theartindecay

And i'm just thinking, and thinking, and thinking, your ghost it's here, behind me, and just make me cry... like a child, like an adult that don't have reasons to live, to stay here...and i hate you for doing this, but i can't stop loving you...

When I scroll back through our recent days I try to understand How we could forget We made a promise to one another That nothing would ever break what we had Now we never talk when we fall apart We never talk when we fall apart We pretend we're ok Surrounding ourselves with one-way friendships And so-called friends I know we got used to new us And I don't want to be there I don't want to be there Where we are I know we got used to new life And I don't want to be there No, I don't want to be there Where we are Silence fallen between All the doors are locked All the words unsaid And we're still afraid of time Started to ke

So is this it? Does time end here? Is this what I fought for? And what I've gained What a fool I've been To think life had more to offer Instead I lie here In remorse and suffer And I hate you for doing this And I hate you for saying that I never did enough to ever please you Never did enough for it to cease to Affect me the way it does Provoke me the way it must And I'm still thinking I'm not enough My war on time Got worse and faster The sands fought hard And every day I lost a battle And even though I know I lied And even though I saw the signs The same three words each time I am fine And I hate you for doing this